Angel
She was falling.
How was she falling?
Hazel didn't know how she was falling. How could she be falling in a stretcher? And do I have wings? Am I dreaming? The last thing she remembered was being pushed in a stretcher. Then she had fallen asleep and didn't remember anything else.
What Hazel didn't know was that she had died. It had made headlines - a little girl beaten to death by her father on her birthday. If that hadn't been tragic enough, the child had written in her diary on her birthday. She had written that she was making a wish today. A wish to be loved. The little girl's wish will never come true now. Some said.
Others said her wish would come true, as she would be loved in Heaven as an angel.
Hazel had been a witch when she was alive. Her wish to be loved had been so strong her magic had done something incredible – it had brought her back to life as an angel, so her wish to be loved could come true. Maybe she had come back as an angel because when her father had been hurting her she had wondered if she died if her wish to be loved would come true in Heaven as an angel.
Hazel fell for what seemed like forever until she finally landed on the ground on her side. Trees were everywhere. She was in a forest. Dizziness filled her and she couldn't stay awake. She felt herself falling asleep.
There she lay. A little girl. Naked. With pure white angel wings.











